I forgot what I wanted to write about today because I didn’t write it down when it came to me last night. I didn’t write it down because it was coming to me so fast and so solid that I knew there was no way I’d forget it. I always know there’s no way I’ll forget it. Despite forgetting in an instant what it was I came into the room for, what I was just going to say, what I had for lunch an hour ago, I still believe I’ll never forget an idea for a blog post, a book, a life-changing invention, a dream I just woke up from.
In fact, I’ve just forgotten where I was going with this post.
Then of course, there are the things I’d love to forget and never will; embarrassments, sad times, nightmares. Why do those things stick around but my good ideas don’t? Am I depositing my good ideas in the wrong part of my brain?
The next time I have a good idea, right after I write it down for safe-keeping (or not), I’ll have a talk with my brain.
“Brain”, I’ll say, “I’m handing over this great idea for safe keeping.” My brain will probably smirk, yawn, and reply, “Yeah, whatever, just throw it over there.” But I’ll insist. “No Brain. Listen to me. Seriously. I need you to file this idea in a specific spot, okay? I need you to file this idea right next to the memory of how I asked that poor young woman about 4 times when her baby was due without it ever occurring to me that perhaps she wasn’t answering because she wasn’t pregnant. File it right there where I can be sure to find it later, okay, Brain?”
To which Brain will probably respond with some 1836 blue law about brain function that won’t allow him to file that idea anyplace retrievable. I can hear him now:
“It don’t work like that, Chicken. You gets the ideas. I files ’em where I see fit. You don’t like it, talk to the boss.”
My brain has an unfortunate attitude problem.
What kind of tricks does your brain play on you?